Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

In the advent of the storm, there was one patch of gold. Damp with lake water, Teya found him, and the winsome gleam in her azure eyes waved some of his pensive mood aside. He lifted his head, and found his eyes drawn to the way her fur crimped a bit, behind her ears and along her ruff, where the fur was softest. Her tongue smoothed the fur, momentarily, before it curled again. He huffed, a slight uptick in the corners of his lips. Then he pushed himself to his feet, and gave his pelt a shake. 
        He licked his lips. "Let's go fishing, then," He said, his voice sincere, but playful too. He searched for her gaze for just a moment, as he moved toward her and passed close by her shoulder, assuming she would follow as he led the way away from the cliffs, down toward where the bank would be easier to descend.